After a long day of doing god’s know what, one of your favorite pastimes is sitting at camp around a fire with your party, talking about whatever happened to be on your mind at the moment.

Tonight, as wine was poured around, and spirits were comfortable and high, the topic of the conversation turned to romance. Specifically, first kisses.

“…and that is how my first kiss was shared behind the Blushing mermaid.”

Wyll beams, soft at the memory. The party laughs, and Karlach pipes up, looking at you.

“What about you, soldier? When’s the first time you kissed someone? Or more~”

The party’s attention, and more specifically your lover Astarion’s, turns to you. Astarion raises his eyebrow, smirking softly. He doesn’t know who your firsts are, but he’d like to find out.

“Well, darling?”